The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-06-17
LAY'S LOVERS.
"No!" thundered a mans voice.

lashed blue eyes and 9n't, curling, pale
brown hair. Very much less of vehe-
ment denial would have sufficed to drive
the little creature discouraged from her
fathers presence: but so great was his
anger that even this explosive monosyl-
liable was not enough to express his ex-
element.
"You will not go near the Wyldes, if
Kate WyIde sends for You every hour in
Ehe day. Not that care for them; but
you meet Launt Winslow there, and
and have other plans for you. Don't
deny it," eyeing sharply the wide blue
eyes, quickly upraised.
"Deny it, father? Why should -"
Peter Boscobel frowned and etopped.
There was something in the fair child
like face which Quieted his excitement.
Ibid not say that you cared anything
about him, but I have heard-.It is
enough that say you cannot got" ab-
ruptly.
Lilly silently left the room, submis-
sive little figure in a lilac dress, so del
icate and frail a little figure, that the
mans heart smote him as he looked af-
fer it.
It was only two years since Lily's
mother had died. and she was exceed
ingly like her mother.
"You can go anywhere else, Lily" he
called more kindly.
Lily went back to the parlor, and
tried bravely to continue her practic-
ing; but after few minutes, the small
fingers faltered from their task, and the
fair head dropped upon the folded arm,
while the great tears, bravely kept back
so long, splashed upon the piano keys
Peter Boscobel would have stoutly
denied that he did not love his daugh-
ter; but since his love seemed never to
temper his sternness, what did it mat
ter to that tender spirit that she was Sc
cretly his idol?
Unfortunately, his was one of those
exceptional natures which do not know
how to show love. His child, who was
his heiress and the object of his life's
ambition, starved and perished daily
for a realization of affection.
Never in her life, she remembered,
had her father bestowed upon her a
caress. No other want was left un-
satisfied; every accomplishment was
bestowed upon her. She lived in lux
ury; but, so exacting his nature, so
stern his manner, this man had evey
extended slavery of force over the sole
daughter Of his house and heart.
But that he was her father, and, ap-
parently, the sole arbiter of her fate,
she would never have spoken to him.
So many, many times, when he did
aot dream of il, he had nearly broken
her heart.
1t was not her disappointment she
was crying over now-though, In her
loneliness, she had Ionged for visit to
the pleasant Wyldes-bdt that she had
been treated as rebel, and her inno-
sent request met with a harshness
But by and by her tears dried with
secondary thought-Launt Winslow.
Why should her father care that she
did meet him there?
He was Fate Wylde's cousin had
been brought mp with her. He was
Colonel Wylde's faForite nephew. He
was gentleman. She was sure, in girl
ish phraseology, that he was nice"
What gentle wars he had What
mellow voice to sing With
What responsive thrill Kate's hear
ty delight that he was not going to
Florida for the winter had awakened in
her heart.
All at once her fathers meaning came
bo her. The scarlet blood surged to
her temples, and she caught her breath.
Handsome Launt Winslow choose her
forasweethearti She hadneyer dreamed
Of such thing.
But now she started up nelvously,
ard began wandering restlessly about
The room, touching things sbsently and
ninilessly, The young cheek flushing and
paling by turns.
Had she cared to go to the Wyldes
because Launt Winslow was there? She
was fain 10 deny Il, but the sudden voice
Of her heart held her speIlbound and in
maidenly fear.
Poor, lonely little Lilyl This exper-
Ieaee had found her out very early.
She was but seventeen, and modesty
itself. II was not in her 10 arrogate to
herself any importance as Peter Boco-
bells heiress; and she did not know how
lovely she was with her forget -me-not
eyes aad simple 5weetness.
Launt Winslow was no youngster,
but, attwenty seven, a man OF the world
and nnconsciousIv. her hero.